By Pandora Gotham
That I had never met you,
And when I do, I
Feel like I’ll never
Be good enough for you, for
You are far too good
For someone like me
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By Pandora Gotham Sometimes I wish that,
That I had never met you, And when I do, I Feel like I’ll never Be good enough for you, for You are far too good For someone like me
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By Pandora Gotham There aren’t enough words,
In all the languages For me to tell you, How much you mean to me. The Social Outcast And Popular Band Geek I know, That there is someone better for you Someone with out my flaws, And my baggage. With out my mental glitches, Someone better for you, Someone not me. By Pandora Gotham It looks like
We’re two of the same. Yet you don’t notice. And times will change. And people will change, But the two of us Will always be two of the same. No matter how much we change And you don’t realize, I will, I’ll see, And I’ll wait For that one day, For you to see me too. by Pandora GothamShattered-his heart was in pieces
Cold-his heart cavity froze without a care Alone-who was he going to talk to Broken-he was absolutely alone. Left in the dust of what could have been How? Why? Who would do such a thing? Lily, Gone. Dead. Precious Lily. So delicate, The everlasting flower, Lily Voldemort- Her murderer He-Who-Must-Die, the absolute opposite of her. Severus Snape From then forth, Grew up cold, pushing followers away. He despised Tom, the monstrosity by Pandora GothamThat dark, fateful night
Death rings out through the air. Green flashes through the black, Lives once cherished, now gone. A cry rings out, all alone. He sees his mummy upon the floor. His body shakes with sobs, His emerald eyes, swamped with tears. A black cloaked man, lifts his wand, He speaks those unforgivable words. Green shoots out, rushing toward the infant, And hits him upon the head. The man screams, his body evaporating. How? Had the spell bounced back? The boy screams, a scar forms. The man’s mangled soul drifts away; not dead. For hours the boy screams, Until a new man finds him. Dumbledore; a kind, elderly man. Gives him to his mean old aunt. For years he is hated, but protected. He is abused and mistreated, yet safe. The Boy Who Lived... Harry James Potter. by Pandora GothamHe wants to cry, plain and simple.
How could he be trusted, When he’s almost failed his Lord? Could he ever fix the cabinets? He would be trusted! The Dark Lord would trust him. Draco Malfoy; son of Lucius and Narcissa But did he want it? Did Draco really want to kill others? Innocent others? Was that what was right? How could he be sure? Was he really better than others, Because he had “Pure-Blood”? Granger had no problem with her magic, And she was muggle born! Muggle-borns must be of magical decent! How else would Hogwarts have let them in? Was what he had been taught for years right? Or was it wrong? Was he wrong? Was aiding the Dark Lord right? by Pandora GothamBelow the glimmering full moon,
A soul begins to change. In agony, his human form twists, And his inner animal manifests. Every month, his pained howls cry, From forth his muzzle, He bellows a growl, The moon and the cloud the only crowd. The forest is dark, The trees bend, and the leaves shake. The soul runs, runs to hide, runs in shame. How can he be loved? A Monster! A Fiend! Who would love him? Remus Lupin? A girl runs, startled by the noise, Of a tortured soul. Her heart pounds as she runs, Runs to him, runs to love. She knows, she's always known He’s dangerous, He’s deadly, But she doesn’t care. |
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